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| The Sunday Muse |
Bursting into bloom, red roses
has anyone noticed, their
delicate beauty
They speak of love and passion
but, the thorns are a reminder
of imperfection
Can you see me through the
rosy tinted haze of summer
my heart openly on display
Exposed, soft buds of affection
but, will a single rose fill
you with enchantment
or do you yearn for
a bouquet
Wilting in the poetic garden
my heart pierced by the thorns
of decaying dreams
Perhaps, love is like a blue rose
elusive and mysterious in nature
a journey into the unattainable
Living in modern times, there is a
loss of innocence, how can I touch
you when you are too far away
How can I make you believe
in the songs of the roses
when all I feel are
the thorns of the blues
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